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Mpmania Mix 39

Mpmania Mix 39

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – She Never Been To Pluto (Audio, Lyrics)

Future & Lil Uzi Vert collaborate on “She Never Been To Pluto”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Brandon Finessin & Lukrative.

Future & Lil Uzi Vert She Never Been To Pluto

Future & Lil Uzi Vert She Never Been To Pluto

Lil Uzi Vert and Future finally came through with their highly-anticipated collaborative project on Friday. So far, Pluto x Baby Pluto has proven to be a hit amongst fans as there are plenty of tracks to digest here. Throughout the tape, we get a nice blend of Future and Uzi’s styles, leading to an album with plenty of worthwhile cuts. One of those songs just so happens to be “She Never Been To Pluto,” which is one of the melodic bangers on the project.

In this song, both artists come through with some braggadocios verses that speak on their status and ability to attract the opposite sex. The production is upbeat and is in line with what Future and Uzi have rapped over in the past. These elements ultimately come together to form a great track that is perfect for some weekend listening.

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – She Never Been To Pluto (prod. Brandon Finessin & Lukrative)


(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Kick a bitch out like toodles (Toodles)
Lobster on my plate, came a long way from noodles (From noodles)
My pockets gettin’ bigger than a sumo (Woah)
Baby Sasuke, whippin’ up Naruto (‘Ruto)
Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos (Kudos)
I remember I was with your bitch, she was coolin’, yeah (Yeah)
She was kickin’ shit with me like judo (Judo)
Knock it out the park, home run, Albert Pujols (Yeah)
She ain’t never never been to Pluto, yeah (Woah)
Young nigga stay in the same drama
Fuckin’ on another nigga baby mama (Eh)
Got a hood bitch named Shayanna (Yeah)
Got a Draco, the A with the K out it (Yeah)
I shoot the three like I’m Ray Allen (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, the trap, I can’t stay out it, uh (Oh, yeah)
My niggas, they used to pray out it, yeah
We got lot of bands, I turned to a bandit, yeah
I just popped a half and I’m not landin’, yeah
I just know she bad and she too savage (Yeah)
Everything I do is outstanding (Yeah)
Everything on me Balenci’ (Balenci’)
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci (Let’s go, let’s go)
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci (Balenci’, Balen’)
This Rollie don’t do no tick-ticky (No ticky)
My diamonds hit back like a frisbee (Frisbee)
And none of my bitches is picky (Picky)
Pat in love with my coupe like it’s Missy (Woah)
I might just go cop a new cul-de-sac
Fuck on your bitch and put that ho to bed
These niggas broke, no, they don’t got no bread (Yeah)
I done carried the game, I ain’t weak in my legs (I carried the game)
What? Weak in my legs, with your bitch, yeah
Fuck on your ho and she givin’ me head
After I’m done, put that lil’ bitch to bed, heard what I said?
Order up a shooter and I pull up a sniper
My bro pull up and he shootin’ the rifle
We smash out and swerve in the Viper
My jacket made out of tiger (Rawr)
My cars made out carbon fiber (Yeah)
Foreign whip, pull up beside you (Foreign)
Bitch, we done shot up the opps (The opps)
Them niggas dead on arrival (Baow)

[Verse 2: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Might as well go outer space on these hoes
Might as well go outer space (How?)
Tell me when you ready, yeah
Tell me when you ready, yeah (Go)
Push the Rolls-Royce like a Chevy (Skrrt)
And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bando to bando to bando
I’m havin’ a seizure with the Draco, slidin’ (Brrt)
Young ‘dem came through and sprayed up the spot
You hear, “Kaboom,” on me, then you hear sirens
Runnin’ the road like Boston, Georgia, Diego, I can’t hide it (Freebandz)
Started out runnin’ with the goonies, now I got no stylist, a nigga stylish
Should’ve put your bitch in the boonies where you can’t find her, ’cause when we find her (Go)
I know I’m goin’ bezerko, that’s for-sure-ski, look at my shirt (For-sure-ski)
I know I’m goin’ satin and silk Hermés on my curtains, yeah
Bustdown baguettes, put on my wrist and my chest, I’m getting so wet, hey
Comin’ correct, you already know how niggas comin’, the drum hold a fifth (Woo)
Turn up, yeah, gotta keep that track (Turn up)
Tell me when you’re ready, yeah
Diamonds all baguetties, yeah
Got a bad-ass bitch, yeah (Woo)
I just took her from a lame (Yeah)
Chopped her like hedges
I line that shit up like edges (Line ’em up)
I wrap the bill up like a presi’
I got my side bitch tryna go steady
I put these carats on my ring
Ain’t tryna marry no bitch ’til I’m ready
Man, that pretty lil’ shit, I done stabbed in it
Hit the dougie in it, then I dabbed in it
A stallion draped in medallion, but her Ferrari Italian
I’m out of here, all the way out of here
Baby Pluto all the way out of here
I’m stylin’ you, baby, I’m stylin’ you
Lacing you up in designer gear
I’m proud of you, nigga, you droppin’ them bodies
You get you a Bird membership
A gang of niggas gon’ go up when I go up
I can’t forget ’em (Gang)

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